do I wanna know. joseph descamps

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I LOVE YOU! YOU MAY ASWELL TAKE MY HEART, KATHERINE.
IT'S ALREADY FULL OF YOU!

PLEASE GO!

WHAT IS IT, WHAT'S WRONG, MY DEAR?

YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!
YOU'VE KNOWN ME ONLY THREE WEEKS!

THREE WEEKS..?
KATHERINE, I'VE KNOWN YOU ALL MY LIFE..

(Dangerously Yours x Cigarettes out the Window - TV Girl)

He surveyed me with disapproving scrutiny, and after a beat, his gaze fixated on my hair. "Katherine," he started, his tone laced with displeasure, "What is this?"

Confusion knitted my brow as I reached up to touch my hair, the vivid red hue that I had once embraced. "It's just my hair, Father. What's wrong with it?" I questioned, the atmosphere growing more strained.

His eyes narrowed, a disapproving frown etched on his face. "This is not what we agreed to, Katherine. You know that."

My mother sighed, her eyes darting between us, sensing the tension.

As the weight of my father's disapproval hung in the air, I braced myself for the storm that seemed inevitable. The reunion, far from the warmth I had hoped for, held the promise of challenging conversations and a clash between tradition and individuality.

"Don't you like it, Father?" I inquired, my tone carrying a mix of defiance and genuine curiosity, although knowing this was gonna happen.

His disapproving gaze held steady. "This is not about whether I like it, Katherine. It's about maintaining the image and standards of our family. People talk."

I took a deep breath, the clash of our perspectives hanging in the air. "Father, it's just a change in hair color. It doesn't define who I am or our family's standing. People change their hair all the time."

He leaned forward, his expression unyielding. "This isn't just about hair, Katherine.."

My mother interjected, attempting to ease the tension. "Let's not make this a bigger issue than it needs to be. I already spoke to her thoroughly about it, she knows the consequences."

I nodded, acknowledging her attempt to mediate, but my gaze remained fixed on my father. "I understand why you don't want me to have my original hair, but I also believe in expressing my individuality. It's just hair, Father."

He sighed, the lines on his face deepening with frustration. "Katherine, you need to consider the consequences of your choices. It's not just about you, it reflects on all of us."

"I know that, Father. But this is me, and I cannot and will not change that for anyone." The room seemed to exhale, tension easing but not dissolving entirely.

After a contemplative pause, he spoke, his tone more measured.

"Fine, Katherine. Just be careful, please." He sighed and I nodded "Glad your home, Father."

Simone's nudging interrupted my concentration, and I glanced over at her, a shared sense of speculation between us.

"Where do you think Alain is? Because Michele isn't here either," she whispered, her eyes scanning the classroom for any sign of their presence.

I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to match the hushed tone. "I have no idea, but it's strange, right? They're both missing on the same day. Do you think..?"